Ashkan Sepahvand spent a few months in Damascus among artists, tourists and secret agents in a temporarily utopian commune, a summer in Tehran where he fell in love, a year in Beirut where he stared at the sea, thought of comings and goings, someones and no ones, and an autumn in Berlin collaborating with his dearest friend Natascha on a schoolbook. He has never been to the Holy City. Someday, inshallah.

This person was part of the Sharjah Biennial 10 and 13.